Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Uganda and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Fort Wilson Riot to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
The Durutti Column,
Yusef Lateef,
a-ha,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Victims,
Bang On A Can,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bauhaus,
Pantytec,
The Searchers,
Rites of Spring,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Flash Fearless,
Bad Manners,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Techniques,
Matthew Halsall,
the Germs,
Gang Gang Dance,
Quando Quango,
Ponytail,
Roger Hodgson,
The Index,
Symarip,
Pet Shop Boys,
Von Mondo,
Freddie Wadling,
The Monochrome Set,
Adolescents,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Supertramp,
Intrusion,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ornette Coleman,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Beau Brummels,
Stereo Dub,
48th St. Collective,
Colin Newman,
Oneida,
Smog,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Harpers Bizarre,
Negative Approach,
Wire,
Dorothy Ashby,
New Order,
The Smoke,
Clear Light,
Gang Green,
Sparks,
Duran Duran,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Soft Machine,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Josef K,
Joe Smooth,
Warren Ellis,
Scion,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.